Not For Me Poem by Amber Glistener

Not For Me



Yes, my hopes have been high.
Will I sob when they disappoint me?
Yes, my eyes are tired,
Will I sob when I cannot close them?
Yes, my dreams scare me.
Will I sob when they do not leave?
Yes, my friends are careless.
Will I sob when they run away?
Yes, life is hard.
Will I sob when I cannot move forward?

NO.
I do not live life for me.
When my hopes have disappointed me,
I will forget my hopes and encourage others.
When my eyes are tired and I cannot close them,
I will use the time they are open wisely.
When my nightmares do not leave me,
I will curse them and go on with my life.
When my friends run away in scorn from me,
I will teach them that better friends can be found.
When my life is hard and I cannot move forward,
I KEEP MOVING FORWARD.

My life is not a sob story,
or a dramatic novel or movie.
My life is not a bad dream,
or a slow song that makes you cry.

NO.
I do not live life for me.

I do not live life to pay taxes and die,
or to finish college, support a family and go,
or to find true love and be together with them,
or to make my good dreams real.

NO.
I live life to help others get through.
I live life to become a shield.
I live life to become a sword.
God's shield.
God's sword.
And with my body
And with my mind,
I will be that shield.
And with my actions,
And with my tongue,
I will be that sword.
For no, I do not live life for me.
I live life for God and to him "ordinary" is like an insult.

No longer will I accept ordinary,
or average,
or regular,
or even normal.

I am God's tool who must be worthy of him,
extraordinary,
above-average,
irregular,
abnormal.

To do that, I must not let myself be pushed lower and do things that only lowest of the low may do. I will only take pride in God's words and actions, and the actions and words of other's like me.
I am God's 100%,
never stopping,
never sobbing,
never unfaithful,
Follower.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My passion is playing the violin. And when I found out my orchestra was playing a song that I'd played before, I thought for sure that I could make concert master, being an eighth grader. Sadly, despite my 2 hours a day of practicing and my prayers, and desires, I made fifth chair and got beat by three seventh graders and an eighth grader who had been bragging that he would beat me even though I've been playing longer and harder. Enough of the sob story. After realizing that I'm not the only one going through hell, I discovered that to get out of hell you must find God. I've been a Christian my whole life and 100% follower, but until this hard time, I'd never realized how Jobe must have felt or any other of God's main followers that we read about today.
So instead of sobbing for myself and complaining, no matter what happens in my life, I'll just keep on trekking and make sure things like that never happen in other's lives. To prevent it.
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